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Bubbles (cutekills) wrote in light_of_may,

"Angie," Bubbles declared. "I'll call you Angie. It's easier." And Bubbles always went with what was easiest. She was, after all, just a little girl and little girls got away with things that big ones didn't. Even if she was actually a fair bit older than Angeline. Older, more experienced and yet she was the one in elementary school with the kids who thought it was an accomplishment when they remembered how to do their times tables. So help her if Angeline was one of those babysitters who had brought along a play-backpack or whatever it was they called it full of kid games. She was in the right sort of mood where she'd shove the crayons down her throat, demonic-were or not. Snacks would be okay.

She especially liked gummy bears.

Bubbles locked her hands behind her waist and rocked forwards and backwards on her heels a few times, studying Angeline before she finally spoke again. "Angie, I'm glad you came. I need to do something or else I'm gonna go find a really big dog and set it loose on my so-called guardians." The little girl lisp had been dropped. Actually, had she been using it at all? Maybe that was why her aunt was so twitchy today. "I was playing happy family with them and I think the only way to wash the feel of it off is with blood." She tilted her head to the side. "Makes sense, right? Wash off the sickly-sweet with the sticky sweet." Her giggle still sounded like it belonged to a little girl.